Every Wednesday for the past month, Enjolras would come home to find an unlocked door and a soft hum coming from his bathroom. It seems as though Éponine abandoned her habit of breaking into the flats of Les Amis since he gave her permission to use his whenever she wants.
When will she learn to lock the door? He shook his head as he locked the door behind him.
"Éponine? I brought you some apples," he called from the other side of the bathroom door.
"Great!" he heard her call back, but was surprised when it didn't come from the other side of the door. He mentally took note that there was no more humming, which means she's done taking a bath.
"Where are you?"
"In your kitchen!"
He rounded the corner to the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of Éponine hopping down the counter in nothing but her undergarments.
Enjolras flushed and ran a hand across his face, "For the love of God, Éponine! Put on some clothes! Must you always be on your undergarments whenever I get home?"
"But they're not dry yet" she pouted and he let out a sigh.
"That's not an excuse. And how many times do I have to tell you to lock the door?"
"I don't know. A thousand," she teased.
He shook his head, "I'm going to bed. Here's your apple." He threw one at her and placed his bag full of apples on the counter; Éponine caught the apple in her hands and took a bite of the fruit.
"Oh – and before I forgot, put some clothes on." He ordered and turned around to go to his room.
Éponine stuck out her tongue behind his back. You see, Éponine does what she wants. And if she likes to go around Enjolras's flat in her undergarments, she will. She walked around the counter and rummaged through his cabinets in search for a bowl for the apples.
Enjolras was startled from his sleep when he felt something cold press against his bare back and skinny arms wrap around his midsection. He rubbed his eyes and scrambled to a sitting position. Éponine rolled on her other side and hugged one of Enjolras's pillows to herself.
"What are you doing?" Enjolras whispered angrily.
"I'm sleeping. Or at least trying to. Now, shut up."
Enjolras took note that Éponine's practically naked on his bed and shook his head. "I told you to wear some clothes."
She rolled to face him and propped herself on one elbow, "I'm wearing my undergarments. I don't see the problem with that, and look at you. You're only wearing your boxers."
"Well, I – uhm – touché," for the umpteenth time since that very fateful day of the bathroom incident, Enjolras can't find the right words to say.
"Now go to sleep or next time I'll run around your flat naked"
Enjolras, fearing what she might actually do, lied back down and felt Éponine press her cheek against his back and her arms slid around his waist.
It surprised him at how was easy it is to fall asleep beside her.
A/N: I thought of maybe adding another chapter and people from tumblr said I should. (Tho I am a bit disappointed with myself for this one)
So here it is! But I won't be adding anymore chapters to this one. My mind has turned to mush and plus I've got tons of other ideas for E/É fics :3
Reviews? :3
P.S. please do check my other les mis fic :)
lots of love,
- Clarizza
